Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.